I wrote this awhile ago, but just remembered it. Figured I post it anyways.
Lyrics are Louis Armstrong's. Jack and Will are Disney's.
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see ‘em bloom, for me and for you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Jack was running, the gun powder, smoke and swaying swords blocked him, but he dodged and turned out of the way. His breath came quickly as he ran and he admitted to himself that he might need to give up his pipe if he was to keep up with this lifestyle. The air was cold, but not quite as cold the water that he found himself falling into. Scrambling in the water to stand he couldn't help but think that the waves slapping on the shore sounded a bit like laugher, splash, hahaha, splash, haha, but that might've been the rum.
When he finally pulled himself from la mar the smoke was clearing and the gun shots were growing more distant. He shivered while the water dripped from his clothes. The salt of the water stung the minor open cuts he had gotten throughout the night.
I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Jack took a moment to turn around and survey the area, only having a vague idea of where he had ended up. He turned slowly to keep his splashing garments quiet as he wasn't sure if there were any of Jimmy Ruckett's crew left around. He distantly wondered what happened to Will, but didn't dwell, Turner could take care of his own.
As Jack turned the clouds moved to uncover the moon which shed light on a looming shape in the harbor. The Pearl. Jack's face split with a grin as he began to swim towards his ship. And as he swam he thought to himself...What a wonderful world.
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